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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2021 06:56:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I used to be so scared of death. You could literally be sitting on your own and the darkness comes, You could be lying down about to sleep and the&#8230;</p>
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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">&#8220;I used to be so scared of death. You could literally be sitting on your own and the darkness comes, You could be lying down about to sleep and the darkness comes. That finality that the person is dead and never coming back. It used to scare me so much&#8221;<br><br>   A year earlier<br> FREEFALL<br><br>&#8220;You don&#8217;t know when death will come knocking, why don&#8217;t you live?&#8221;. The voice shouted in my head as i was about to jump.<br>&#8220;Common, you can do it, Jump!&#8221; The voice shouted again.<br>Then i jumped.<br>For the first time in my life, i felt this sensation burning within me. It wasn&#8217;t fear. It was freedom.<br>I glided like a bird screaming till it was time to pull the parachute with my guide helping.<br>After landing safely, the first face i saw was that of my best friend.h<br>&#8220;That wasn&#8217;t so bad now, was it?&#8221; She laughed. I could finally tick skydiving off my bucket list.<br>&#8220;It was exhilarating and so powerful, i felt powerful&#8221; i screamed and we both left the venue hungry and looking for where to eat.<br>Tiara was my elder sister but we could pass of as twins. We looked alike, talked and acted alike and she was just a year older.<br>I had just completed my Msc in health administration and Tiara was already a registered nurse but we always made time sure we had time out and this was one of those times.<br>It was a promise we made as kids, that no matter what we were doing or what life was doing, we would see the world.<br>&#8220;Has the doctor called back?&#8221; I asked her as we settle in a burger shop to eat.<br>&#8220;No but they will&#8221; she answered shakily. I held her hand and i was sure it calmed her.<br>&#8220;Well thankfully, we have 3 more days here before we return to the real world&#8221; i groaned.<br>&#8220;This is the real world Dee&#8230;What we call the real world is just  a maze of ambition&#8221; she smiled.<br>Tiara was the wiser one between the two of us. She always had the right words, the good advice, the moving speeches. I always wondered why she never chose politics. She could win an election with just a sentence.<br>&#8220;C&#8217;mon we have to go, it&#8217;s getting late&#8221; i nudged as we finished off the burger.<br><br> 5 months later <br>PARACHUTE OPENING<br><br>Bang bang! Bang bang!<br>&#8220;Who is it?&#8221; I didn&#8217;t get any answer. I was scared, it was late, i wasn&#8217;t expecting anyone and it was raining. Who could be knocking like that so late in the night. I picked up a bat as I went to the door. Slowly opening, i recognized the face.<br>&#8220;Tiara&#8221; i sighed of relief. She entered quickly.<br>&#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you call?&#8221; She didn&#8217;t speak but I could sense the apprehension so i led her to my tiny living room and went to the kitchen to get her hot tea. She wasn&#8217;t drenched so i guessed she drove.<br>After the tea was ready, i gave it to her and she drank. The silence was comfortable but it was filled with questions.<br>&#8220;Its stage 4&#8221; she said finally and we both knew what it meant.<br><br><br>LANDING<br><br>I held her hand as I prayed. I had been doing that every morning since she was admitted.<br>The doctors had said she only required palliative care. There was nothing more they could do. But I believed for a miracle.<br>I looked at her eyes, the once vibrant brown eyes, full of life getting dim.<br>Her breathing was already labored and in all honesty, Tiara was almost a ghost.<br>&#8220;Remember the time we sky dived in Malaysia&#8221; she whispered with all the energy she had and all i could do was nod.<br>The tears fell fast and i had no control over them.<br>&#8220;I&#8217;ve reached my landing Dee, this is my landing&#8221; she continued. <br>&#8220;I have&#8230;lived&#8230;a full..life..because.. of..you&#8221; she held my hand tightly and i couldn&#8217;t bear to look into her eyes.<br>&#8220;Don&#8217;t forget to live no matter what&#8221; i held on to her as tight as I could with tears bawling down my face until she suddenly felt heavy in my hands. <br>I put her slowly on the bed and looked at her face. She had her beautiful smile.<br>Tiara was dead.<br><br><br>                Present day<br>&#8220;We went paintballing, bungee jumping, sky diving, hiking, mountain climbing, so many adventurous things i did, i did because of her. Tiara lived like she knew she was going to die&#8221; <br>Everyone&#8217;s faces were pale as I spoke.<br>&#8220;That finality used to scare me so badly but not anymore. <br>Death would come and the truth is, there is no bargain, so whatever and whenever my time is, i would face it like Tiara did, with so much courage and bravery and know deep within me that i have no regrets&#8221;<br>&#8220;Till we meet again Tee&#8221;  I ended as I came down from the podium and hugged my parents. We all needed the comfort.<br>Tiara&#8217;s wishes were to be cremated and scattered into the greenest fields we could possibly find and we honored her.<br>As we scattered the ashes, the winds took them and spread them and as one last tear dropped, i remembered her last words.<br>This was her landing.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2021 12:16:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;There are some journeys you take on your own&#8221;.&#8220;Someone wise told me that years ago after my first major mental breakdown&#8221;Nothing in my life was going right at that time&#8230;</p>
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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">&#8216;<em>There are some journeys you take on your own</em>&#8221;.<br>&#8220;Someone wise told me that years ago after my first major mental breakdown&#8221;<br>Nothing in my life was going right at that time and the sun looked much more like a dying star everyday.<br>&#8220;What do you think? Are people in charge of their destiny or destiny comes knocking no matter what you do?&#8221; I ranted on not looking directly at her.<br>&#8220;Do you still have those nightmares&#8221; The voice brought me back to reality.<br>&#8220;Yes, yes i do but they are different now&#8221; i replied.<br>&#8220;Tell me about it&#8221; she adjusted in her seat.<br>I sighed deeply before deciding to speak. Talking about the nightmares would be like reliving it but it was needed for progress.<br>&#8221; I am walking down a busy road and it&#8217;s dark. All of a sudden it starts raining and i start running to get home, it feels like I&#8217;m running home..&#8221; I stop because suddenly I&#8217;m in that dream again.<br>&#8221; Teni, you can continue, you&#8217;re safe here&#8221; i hear a distant voice but i recognize it so I continue.<br>&#8221; I&#8217;m running and running and then i can see my house and I&#8217;m happy but as soon as the feeling comes, it goes immediately. I no longer see the house and the rain becomes so heavy, i look around and there are no more cars on the street and I&#8217;m suddenly in a pool drowning. I feel so much fear but most of all, loneliness. I felt so alone&#8221;  I end in a whisper.<br>Finally, i look up straight to my doctor and wait for her to speak.<br>&#8220;What do you think it means?&#8221; She asks and i shake my head. <br>I couldn&#8217;t figure out a meaning. I had the dream every month since my husband died.<br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what it means. I&#8217;ve tried to figure it out, thinking it was related to my husband, so i moved away. I changed jobs, i made new friends&#8221; i shakily said.<br>&#8221; I think it&#8217;s deeper than that Teni..&#8221; she leaned forward as she poured tea in a blue cup.<br>&#8220;..You still haven&#8217;t visited his grave site&#8221; she continued.<br>She was right. Since the day my husband was buried, i never went back there. In fact, i packed up all my things after 2 months and left lagos. <br>We didn&#8217;t have children so the only reminder i had of him were  his material things and his family.<br>The family was supportive and they were ready to help me heal but i didn&#8217;t want any reminders. The memories were enough.<br>&#8221; Where is your home? &#8221; She asked and suddenly tears came to my eyes.<br>I remembered a time when I and my husband went to switzerland for Christmas and we were awed by the scenery, the calm and orderliness and he started talking about moving out of Lagos but i was worried the people and things we would leave behind. We should have left.<br>&#8221; <em>Home is wherever i am with you Teni, never forget</em>&#8220;.<br>The tears dropped as i looked at my psychiatrist.<br>&#8221; Home is where the heart is&#8221; i replied as i unconsciously fiddled my wedding ring.<br>&#8221; You know where your heart is. It&#8217;s been there all these years but you keep punishing yourself. Your greatest fear is being alone and you feel going back would bring that fear to life&#8221; She continued.<br>&#8221; But you&#8217;re not alone, you never were&#8221; she ended.<br>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what to do&#8221; i honestly answered. <br>&#8220;Like you said earlier Teni, there are some journeys you take on your own&#8221;.<br>As we ended the session, i walked out of the building and entered my car. 2 years of doing this and today was the first day I felt hopeful. My phone beeped as i started the car so I quickly checked it.<br>It was a calendar reminder. <br>My husband&#8217;s death anniversary was tomorrow.<br>I remembered that day clearly. I was at work, trying to save victims from a mass casualty incident that happened on the island not knowing my husband had been brought in too but dead on arrival.<br>After mourning him, i couldn&#8217;t live with myself. Months later, i knew I had to see a therapist. I couldn&#8217;t go back to work without the memory of that night.<br>Afterwards, i moved to Abuja and tried to start a new life and my therapist gradually changed from weekly to monthly.<br>I still couldn&#8217;t function well at work but I could try. She had helped me to a considerable point but now, i had to do this on my own.<br>I guess you can&#8217;t delay the inevitable and i knew what I had to do this time.<br>After taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone and quickly booked a flight to lagos. It was last minute but I knew what I had to do.<br>It was time to say goodbye.</p>
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		<title>An Open letter to a superhuman.</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Hey everyone, this is another story written from the depths of my imagination. I hope you enjoyed Remission and I hope you enjoy this too. &#8211; Ayokunle Adedipe Dear World,&#8230;</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey everyone, this is another story written from the depths of my imagination. I hope you enjoyed <a href="https://theoliveebranch.wordpress.com/2019/09/02/remission/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Remission</a> and I hope you enjoy this too.</p>
<p>&#8211; Ayokunle Adedipe</p>
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<p>Dear World,</p>
<p>I loved writing. It was my first love. The key that unlocked my imaginations and made me realize how well I could put my thoughts down through a pen.<br />
Out of all the books I had written and all the characters I had created,my favourite was Alicia Spectre. My inspiration.<br />
She was the politician, the doctor, the musician, actress, mother to 5 children and an amazing wife. It all seemed impossible. How could all this encompass one person. That was one of the reasons I created Alicia. She reminded me constantly of someone I couldn&#8217;t be.<br />
Firstly, I didn&#8217;t study medicine. I studied creative arts in university.<br />
Secondly, I wasn&#8217;t bold enough to be a politician. I had anxiety issues and I always worried about the next minute. The same reason applies to being an actress or a musician, I couldn&#8217;t sing for even 1 million dollars.<br />
If I had kids, they wouldn&#8217;t be more than 2 and I wasn&#8217;t even sure if marriage was on the table for me.<br />
Alicia Spectre was my inspiration. Every day I wrote about her, every time I created a dialogue using her name. I felt empowered. I felt powerful.<br />
JK Rowling had come up with the idea of Harry Potter while on a train. She had previously gone through serious relationship issues and that was probably her push.<br />
I didn&#8217;t need any push. Since I could write, I was my own push.<br />
I grew up in an orphanage. A rich one. Well funded one. This isn&#8217;t the story of the secluded girl in the orphanage that was bullied and ran away bla bla. This isn&#8217;t an Annie story.<br />
We all loved each other and became the siblings to one another. I never searched for my birth parents and i was never adopted either.<br />
The only thing I knew was my mum was underaged while pregnant with me and my dad was a lawyer. I never asked the orphanage for her name or his name. I was content.<br />
When I turned 18,i got a scholarship to study creative arts in New York and I accepted. That was the beginning of my life and that was when Alicia Spectre was born. 10 years ago on a flight to New York, almost like JK Rowling.<br />
It was the lady by my side on the flight who started it. She had black hair, really brown eyes and a pretty pale skin. Her beauty seemed unreal.<br />
I had never been in a plane before so my anxiety took over. I was trying to relieve it by throwing up in a bag and she helped. That was how I discovered she was a doctor. She helped me calm down and settle in well.<br />
While I was trying to sleep, I overheard her talking to the other person by her side about politics and the importance of women in it. She was planning to run for mayor in the coming years. She not only had the charisma, she sounded so passionate about it. I was impressed.<br />
She laid her head after sometime and started singing. I complimented her for having a wonderful voice and she gave me her ipod to listen to some songs she recorded in her spare time.<br />
After listening, I couldn&#8217;t sleep again so I skimmed through the pictures on the phone and I saw her with 5 kids. Yes, they were all hers. She revealed to me how she had been married for 10 years and how her kids were her constant push to always do what you want to no matter the constraints.<br />
In the middle of the flight, there was a serious turbulence and the plane crashed.<br />
She died and I survived but my life was changed at that period.<br />
I later discovered her name was Alicia Spectre. The doctor who relieved my anxiety, wife, mother, musician and politician on that flight.<br />
I finished my education, I became the best selling writer, I became who I wanted. But Alicia didn&#8217;t. The superwoman who never reached her peak. That was why she outlived every other character in my books. She never died. Only evolved. Every year, I would send a copy of The Alicia Spectre series to her children and they would ask for more. I allowed her to grow with them. I didn&#8217;t have much gifts that could alleviate their pain except create their mother in another world.<br />
Thank you Alicia Spectre for being my push. Eternally grateful.<br />
Olivia.</p>
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